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    <title>Parker007</title>
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    <collections>Hopdance</collections>
    <contributor>Linen Hall Library</contributor>
    <coverage>1970</coverage>
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    <date>Tuesday, April 26, 2016</date>
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    <keywords>Leg, Doctor</keywords>
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    <transcript>﻿- 5 -

 The wooden, seat brimmed with raindrops which glistened into thick wet
smears when he brushed at it with his handkerchief, They sat together
beneath the black umbrella.

 -You don&#039;t seem all that keen. Not anymore, she said.

 -My leg&#039;s sore again today.

 -Same place? She gently clasped the front of his knee and rubbed it,
Her eyes were dry now,

 -I was wondering, she said. What you thought. About getting summer
jobs together.

 -I feel total lassitude. Soaked right through in it. All the time now.
My leg feels kind of hollow inside.

 -Is this helping it?

 Her hand made an even rustle against the knee of his trousers. The
rain murmured down, drips falling off the dark red brick in a multitude of
rhythms.

 -You still haven&#039;t said. She spoke carefully. Whether we&#039;re breaking it
off. Or what.

 -I suppose we are, Prudence.

 He held his breath.

 -You seem to be losing interest, I know that much.

 -Your ears move up and down when you&#039;re talking, did you know that?

 -You just won&#039;t ever be serious about it.

 -There&#039;s a sort of gentle twitching under your hair, like two field
mice. Oh, God.

 -You ought to see a doctor about that leg.
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